Cowboy’s Socks and Andrew’s Return

“Did you know that when the feet go, you go? Socks. Homeless people need socks.”

Wise. Helpful. Smart. His history be his history. “Found some socks on the street. Put them under the tree. Got to be practical. And its Christmas.” I had made a date to bring him socks. He didn’t think I would show. Wayne showed up. Gave both of them socks and liners.

He needed to talk about how skewed the world was. “If the apes can learn to survive on isolated islands, why can’t people living ….”

And then along came Andrew.

“I look a lot better than the last time you saw me, don’t I.”

“For sure.” Lost. He was so lost. A person came up to him in the park who was seriously out of it. “Got to stop drinking.” Andrew replied, “I got to stop doing a lot of things.”

A coin commemorates completion of the twenty-one day program at Maple Leaf. How proud he was to stick it out. “You know what this is,” he asked.

Her name is Molly. They came home together. Not sure its a good thing, but others have made it. Better than going back to someone who doesn’t know who you are now. “I hate having my picure taken…. I don’t like looking at myself.” “Maybe that’s why you had to go to Maple Leaf.”

Will he stay or will he go? Who knows. Dan don’t even know. Woman he let shelter from the storm in his room chugged a bottle of vodka, fell, hit her head, and ended up in the hospital. “You shouldda gotten that photo.” He made plans to leave, discussing with the street resource worker what to do with his possessions—bike, trailer, clothes, etc. “Why do you take so many pictures?” “Why do you talk so much?” “Because I can.” …. “I get it.”

Author: duckshots

Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.

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